Volume 1, Chapter 36: Alien Empera

"Tremble, fear, and despair!"

"By the order of His Majesty the Emperor, we, the Four Heavenly Kings of Darkness, shall trample the Kingdom of Darkness and erase the existence of all its warriors!"

Alien Strategist Deathlizer.
Frozen Star Groza.

Nan Wen was not entirely sure if she had made the right decision, but she wanted to follow her own instincts, at least to keep herself from being controlled by the expectations of the world.

"Chirp, chatter." The large monkey chattered, its hands gesturing constantly, truly resembling someone expressing their own point of view.

Xiao Jingxuan lifted his gaze to Feng Qianli’s face and noticed that she wore no makeup; her jade-like features were clean, her skin delicate as grease, and her bright eyes were as spirited as if they held the light of spring.

Taking the opportunity, Yue Wanchen forcibly separated the Ghost Lizard from Tan Shu. Thrown aside, the Ghost Lizard finally revealed its true form. Yue Wanchen struck it with three immobilization spells, and the Ghost Lizard collapsed to the ground, no longer able to act arrogant.

"These insects appear to be a type of gu-worm, though they are of a rather potent variety," the Spirit of the Snake Ancestor remarked.

Ever since Jiang Ran found something for Feng Xixi to do, Feng Xixi stopped pestering her every day, and Jiang Ran was indeed much more at ease.

Nan Wen had originally thought that Nan Xian would not send her any more messages, but she did not expect him to reply again, and with such a long string of text at that.

In fact, the disciples of the Demonic Sect in the Jie Sect were not limited to just those who had recently joined; some had even managed to infiltrate the upper echelons of the Jie Sect.

"Fourth Brother is too polite. Why be so formal between brothers?" Xiao Ye smiled, clinked his glass with Xiao Jingxuan’s, and said quietly.

"That concludes my statement, Your Honor. You may pass the verdict!!!" Zhou Hongwei said through tears, and the executives beside him all wore heavy expressions of regret.

The cold wind whistled, the low grave remained, yet he had aged significantly. Her face remained etched in his mind, impossible to ever forget.

"What sacrifice! What is going on! Didn't you say it would be simple! Why is there a sacrifice!" Xue Zhennan asked, bewildered.

"You are becoming more and more like a dog," I said, the corners of my mouth curling into a sneer as I looked at Zhang Bin with disdain.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, which was barely enough; for an Easterner, that height was neither tall nor short.

Damn! I really underestimated the charm of little sister Xia Ya; there were so many male animals secretly eyeing her during class.

The three of them followed the crisscrossing mine shafts, sloping downward, and became completely disoriented until a dim cyan light appeared in one of the tunnels, causing them to stop again. Unlike the spirit-iron creatures, the cyan light did not flicker; it remained constant, never changing, as if it were a stable light source.

To actually see this thing in another world truly left him feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. Come to think of it, the savage beasts he saw back on Night Star also seemed to possess features quite similar to dinosaurs.

"I only have fifteen shadow guards under my command now. With us included, I fear we can only hold out for a little while longer," Feng Yuan said.

"Where are the members of the Zhan family?" His expression was like an iceberg that had not melted in ten thousand years, and his voice was chillingly cold.

"Heh... Li Hu, didn't see this coming, did you?" Zhang Bin’s lips curled into an arrogant arc. Seeing my cold expression, he grew even more pleased. "Are you scared? Are you afraid?" Zhang Bin watched me triumphantly.

What to put here, what to put there, what paintings to hang on the walls, what furniture to use, what teacups and coffee pots to select—everything was within her calculations. Listening to Xia Luo explain it so articulately, and judging by the design effect, it was indeed quite good.

Although Zhang He received no further prompts, that majestic voice was like an injection of adrenaline to a dying man, allowing him to break free from despair and ignite a fierce will to survive.